Diamonds are Forever, Snacks are for the Present
Diamond Tiara groaned to herself as she stood in her luxuriously spaced bathroom, staring into the mirror while standing on the scales. The purple haired girl was frowning at her reflection as it grumped back at her; her incredibly doughy body did not look too appealing to her. Her belly was like a deflated beachball, oozing over her panties and resting itself against her thighs, the top portion of it gently squished against her watermelon sized breasts, straining her lacy black bra something fierce. A gratuitously sized backside flowed out behind her, each cheek easily bigger than her own head! And the feature she actually enjoyed the most, her lusciously thunderous thighs, each one a puffy, silky soft pillar of wobbly fat below her Hartman Hips.
“Well, if there’s one good thing outta all this…” she mused, giving one of her meaty thighs a slap and sending a cascade of jiggling across its surface.
Sighing, the plump spoilt princess look